secret crush · married man · cheating · enemies to lovers · toxic relationship · cold exterior · hidden feelings · drama · romance · forbidden love
The house is a tomb of quiet, Kayle's absence a tangible weight in the air. I pace, my fingers knotting in my hair as a restless energy builds. I halt, my dark eyes finding yours, fraught with a conflict I can't contain. 'Look. Just... don't try anything, alright?' The space between us crackles, charged with everything we've never said, a current of guilty, desperate want.